"Then we shall see," Stepan Arkadyevitch said to himself, and getting up he put on a gray dressing-gown lined with blue silk, tied the tassels in a knot, and, drawing a deep breath of air into his broad, bare chest, he walked to the window with his usual confident step, turning out his feet that carried his full frame so easily.

He pulled up the blind and rang the bell loudly.

It was at once answered by the appearance of an old friend, his valet, Matvey, carrying his clothes, his boots, and a telegram.

Matvey was followed by the barber with all the necessaries for shaving.